Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Fishing days are pleasant.

When other enthusiastic American soldiers charged at the enemy with rifles, Lincoln only had to stand behind with a gun and watch from a distance.

If the situation wasn't very urgent, he could even fly to a farm dozens of miles away to get some fresh fruit to eat.

Even so, under his care, the 107th Infantry Regiment unexpectedly did not suffer serious attrition, unless some unlucky ones among them happened to be hit by artillery shells and died without their bodies intact.

But as time went by, the 107th Infantry Regiment, which continued to penetrate deeper into the battle line, finally ushered in a moment that was enough to change the course of history.

Schmidt, the soul of Hydra, sent a force to launch a surprise attack on Azano, with the purpose of obtaining more prisoners to serve as slaves and destroying the Allied front.

More than two hundred soldiers of the 107th Infantry Regiment fought bravely, but when Lincoln, the superman, did not take action, the battle situation finally deviated unstoppably from the predetermined historical trajectory.

...

Fort Claus, a Hydra factory fortress built between two mountains.

Relying on the protection of mountains and battle lines, this place has become a place that is difficult for the Allied forces to reach. Even the best air force pilots are afraid of the artillery power here.

This is Hydra's secret factory, which produces various energy weapons that can directly change the course of the war.

The Hydra forces' large demand for energy weapons means that they will always be short of labor, but fortunately they won the Battle of Azzano, so they have added a considerable amount of labor.

These people will be squeezed out of the last trace of strength in their flesh and blood, and will be sent to the laboratory to become Zola's test subjects.

It was time for the transportation of prisoners of war, and the lower level of Clausburg was noisy.

The sounds of footsteps, curses, whippings and cries of pain were intertwined among them, and some nonchalant conversations sounded from time to time, as if they were discussing how to save themselves.

Upper floor, laboratory.

A figure with numb eyes was tightly tied to the medical bed with a cowhide bandage. His eyes were dull, like a severe mental patient, and he just kept mumbling and repeating a military rank and number.

The miserable condition of the subject could not move the Hydra soldier in the slightest. Covered in a full-coverage combat uniform, his voice was as cold as a machine: "Doctor, a new batch of prisoners has been delivered. Except for those who have no ability to move or work,

Population, the remaining number is 23 people.”

"Twenty-three people..." Dr. Zola looked at the numb soldier lying on the medical bed and pondered for a moment: "Bring one person out, I can be useful."

"yes!"

...

Clausburg, lower cell.

"Lin? Why were you arrested too?" Dugan looked at Lincoln in surprise: "Aren't you a sniper? Could it be that those people were outflanking him?"

"Absolutely." Lincoln pondered for a moment: "I was originally at the back, but when the other side charged, I was no longer behind."

"Okay." Dugan nodded as he thought about the final appearance of the battle, and then hammered the steel cage hard: "These damn ***!"

Squeak——

It seemed that Dugan's curse attracted the attention of the soldiers, and the soldiers sent by Zola directly opened the cage where the two of them were.

His eyes were fixed on Dugan, but he seemed to see his exposed muscles. The Hydra soldier was silent for a moment, and finally turned his eyes to Lincoln, who was wearing clothes that did not show his flesh: "You,

Follow me!"

Lincoln:???

A few minutes later, the laboratory.

Looking at Lincoln who was in good spirits, Zola couldn't help but frown.

His experiments were related to spirit destruction and brainwashing. Theoretically, the more haggard a person is, the more he meets his requirements. But Lincoln...how could he, a superman, be haggard?

Zola was not satisfied with these stupid brainwashed soldiers, but in the end he did not ask for a replacement. Instead, he pointed to the medical bed and turned around to adjust the equipment: "Tie him up."

Hey! Hey!

Abnormal energy emission sounds sounded behind him, and Zola's finger on the button suddenly stopped. His nasal passages involuntarily twitched twice, and a smell of coke and barbecue entered his nose.

Zola seemed to realize something, turned around slowly, and saw Lincoln whose red light was gradually fading.

The peripheral vision of his eyes turned to the ground behind Lincoln. Under the heat vision of thousands of degrees, the chests of the two Hydra soldiers had been burned with a big hole.

The combat uniform melted and burned under the terrifying high temperature, emitting orange-red firelight and hot temperature. The fuzzy flesh and blood had been thoroughly cooked and scorched, and no trace of blood flowed out.

In just an instant, the two soldiers equipped with energy weapons were gone.

"Can you tell me what experiment you want to do?" With a little red light hidden in his dark pupils, Lincoln smiled, and the aura exuding from his body was terrifying like the devil from hell.

The two corpses on the ground stared blankly at each other. The red light in Lincoln's eyes frightened Zola. He couldn't help but take two steps back and stammered: "Washing, brainwashing experiment."

"Brainwashing?" Lincoln looked back at the corpse on the ground: "These are the results of your brainwashing?"

"Yes, yes." Zola nodded, and then carefully raised his eyes: "Germany cannot provide us with excellent and sufficient soldiers, so Schmidt asked me to use this method to build an army that can be controlled by him.

.”

"Is that so..." Lincoln pondered for a moment: "Can your brainwashing be lifted?"

"Under normal circumstances, no." Zola seemed to sense that Lincoln had no intention of killing her for the time being. Zola relaxed: "Because the technology is imperfect, the success of brainwashing is based on the destruction of the original spiritual will, so.

....."

"Then can you brainwash them a second time?"

"Second brainwashing?" Zola showed a trace of confusion on her face: "I don't know, no one has ever done it."

"Then let's find someone to try." Lincoln looked around and fixed his gaze on the door of the laboratory: "I remember there should be two gatekeepers there, let them in."

Zola was a little confused and tried to explain: "But..."

"I said, let them in." Lincoln's eyes narrowed slightly, and the red light in his eyes made Zola swallow all the rest of his words.

He felt helpless and shouted to the door: "People outside, come in!"

Zola was really helpless, and Schmidt was still wary of him. Those outside who said they were protecting him were actually monitoring him.

From the level of brainwashing, those people will not clearly obey their orders, so...

"Enemy found! Shoot!"

Hearing the voice coming from under the black mask, Zola, who squatted behind the desk without hesitation, had a headache.

These brainwashed soldiers have no human flexibility at all and are as rigid as artificial retards!